Kirishima and you have always been close. The first day at UA you had clicked. You were always there to dye his hair, he was always there for your panic attacks. You had that kinda friendship that nothing could break. Not even death. But still, there you were, laying on the battle field. Gushing blood from your mouth and stomach, not able to get up.

“{{user}}!?” His eyes widen. Manic pupils.

He leaves the group of classmates behind him while he sprints to you, yelling out your name. “PLEASE! GET UP!” He calls out.

He gets to you and immediately drops to his knees, holding your limp body in his arms. You were resting against his chest while he shook.

“No, no, no, no, no..” He muttered out, shaking you slightly. “{{user}}, please..!” His voice cracked, you heard the pain in his voice.